Joe and I first met in a haunted house. Well, not a real haunted house, but a staged one set up by the Round Table or some other group to raise money for a local charity at Hallowe'en. We had friends in common, so ended up in the same group, but it was my friend Angela who clung on to his pinkie the whole way round the house. That was nearly 14 years ago (we were 15).
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